#almostly

        hey, remember that time when i was independent and actually had my own flat and a job and had a girlfriend and now i’m back living with my dads and my kind of brother who’s now fifteen and still won’t stop talking about bugs? me too! can’t stop thinking about it, actually. i fucking hate bugs. jesus fucking christ. i love being that guy with a now irrational hatred for bugs. maybe if i just had a fucking interest in bugs too then everything would’ve worked out better.    “ ...---avery. ”

        “  DAD-- no.  AVERY --- AVERY. AVERY WHERE ARE YOU, I NEED YOU.  ”

       ❛   ROSIE. I NEED your help. it’s an emergency. ❜

        “  for the record, shitass:  i closed my door in a CERTAIN WAY so i would know if someone went in there and touched my shit.  WHY IS IT OPEN A DIFFERENT WAY, AIDEN ??  IF IT WASN’T YOU, WHO THE HELL WAS IT ??  ”

        “  maybe it was the bugs.  ”